Do you remember summer daysJust after summer rainWhen all the air was damp and warmIn the green of country lanes?And the breeze would touch your hairKiss your face and make you careAbout your worldYour summer worldAnd we would count the evening starsAs the day grew darkIn Beechwood Park...

Do you remember golden days and golden summer sunThe sound of laughter in our earsIn the breeze as we would run?And the breeze would touch your hairKiss your face and make you careAbout your worldYour summer worldAnd we would count the evening starsAs the day grew darkIn Beechwood Park...